“ But the world doesn't run on logic, it runs on the seven deadly sins and the weather. - Alan Furst; Red Gold Alan Furst
“ I love Paris for the million reasons that everybody loves the city. It's an incredibly romantic and beautiful place. Alan Furst
“ For something that's supposed to be secret, there is a lot of intelligence history. Every time I read one book, two more are published. Alan Furst
“ Romantic love, or sex, is the only good thing in a life that is being lived in a dark way. Alan Furst
“ We're the roughest people in the way we play and live, and that is because Americans come from people who all got up one morning and went 5,000 miles, and that was a time in the 19th century when it w… Alan Furst
“ There is an enormous body of literature, fiction and nonfiction, written about the period 1933–1945, so Alan Furst’s recommendations for reading in that era are very specific. He often uses characters… Alan Furst
“ A moment comes, and if you wish to look at yourself as human, you must take some kind of action. Otherwise, you can read the newspapers and congratulate yourself on your good fortune. Alan Furst
“ There were moments when Szara suspected that many idealists drawn to Communism were, at heart, people with an appetite for clandestine life. Alan Furst
“ In return for their faithful service, they would receive Red Army food rations, which amounted to a generous ladle, twice daily, from a cauldron into which all appropriated food was thrown. The stew b… Alan Furst
“ Having lived in a mythical country, a place neither here nor there, these intellectuals from Vilna and Gomel helped create another and called it the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. Such a name! I… Alan Furst
“ And, with much of Europe occupied by Nazi Germany, and Mussolini's armies in Albania, on the Greek frontier, one wasn't sure what came next. So, don't trust the telephone. Or the newspapers. Or the ra… Alan Furst
“ Whether they loved each other or not, they were lovers. And he was damned if he'd see her sucked into this brutal business. Alan Furst
“ For Mercier, it was the ceremony of the mass that eased his soul: the sweetish smoke trailing from the censer, the ringing of the bell, the Latin incantations of the priest. In Warsaw, he attended ear… Alan Furst
